met free Chapter 257, Section 256: A Bizarre Idea! Riddle Appears!
Chapter 257, Section 256: A Bizarre Idea! Riddle Appears!
Chapter 257, Section 256: A Bizarre Idea! Riddle Appears!
The night was deep.
After a day of learning, the young wizards of Hogwarts had all drifted off into a comfortable dreamland. Some were dreaming of their ideals, while others were simply having erotic dreams.
Ian is different.
He took another trip to the dreamlike realm, taking advantage of others' sleeping time to gather another group of classmates, not only increasing his own knowledge but also gaining other benefits.
In the crucible of the House of Requirement.
The violet potion was bubbling and bubbling away, as if saying, "I'm back!"
Ian slowly opened his eyes, and the familiar Room of Requirement appeared in his field of vision.
The room was filled with a complex and unique scent, the lingering aroma of the potions he had brewed earlier, a blend of mandrake root scent and the potion's distinctive aroma.
time.
One potion after another was brewing. Dim light poured down from the magic chandelier on the ceiling, softly illuminating the room filled with various potion-making tools.
Ian stretched and got up from the comfortable magic recliner he had custom-made. His gaze wandered around the room before finally settling on a corner.
"Pat-pat, pat..."
Strange noises came from the corner.
The black-robed skeleton was squatting there, toying with the unfortunate Dementor in its hands. The Dementor, seemingly devoid of any will to live, struggled incessantly in its grasp, emitting chilling growls.
but.
Accompanied by the black-robed skeleton's fierce expression.
The Dementor's black robe was torn to shreds, and in the end, it could only emit weak whimpers—for the black-robed skeleton who didn't need to sleep, twenty-four hours a day was the Dementor's nightmare.
perhaps.
For Dementors.
This must be a great mission bestowed upon him by Heaven. Ian's eyes lit up instantly. He strode over and snatched the Dementor from the black-robed skeleton's hand.
"Huh?" The black-robed skeleton was stunned by this sudden movement. A trace of confusion and bewilderment flickered in its empty eye sockets. It raised its very thin arm as if trying to take back the Dementor.
"Let me borrow it to play with."
Ian was in high spirits.
A world was created where only Dementors were injured.
"roar!"
The Dementors wanted to rebel.
However, Ian's large pen was even more effective at calming the Dementor than the black-robed skeleton's grip. Just that one blow was enough to make the Dementor become much more docile and motionless.
It has no eyes.
It looks very clear.
"I'm bored."
The black-robed skeleton continued to reach out.
He also got a big beating from Ian.
Eager to demonstrate his alchemical skills, Ian completely ignored the skeleton's protests and excitedly took out the longsword he had forged in the Dreamlike Realm from the workbench.
Due to architectural issues.
It can certainly be called a cyber sword.
The longsword gleamed faintly in the dim light. Ian frowned slightly, his eyes showing focus and curiosity as he began to try to stuff the Dementor into the cyber longsword.
The runes on the sword sensed the magic and immediately glowed blue. Ian, holding the struggling Dementor, tried to stuff it into the groove of the hilt like he was arranging flowers in a vase.
however.
The Dementors were like a lump of sticky asphalt, impossible to force in. It wasn't a matter of resistance; the Dementors were simply incompatible with the longsword Ian had forged.
Undeterred, Ian tried adjusting the runes on the longsword repeatedly.
Ultimately, all attempts failed because the Dementor's invisible body simply couldn't be inserted. With no other option, Ian had to stop what he was doing and declare his idea completely impossible.
but.
He also has the spirit of Ah Q.
"Perhaps this can be used as evidence to prove that Dementors have no souls?" Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and an excited smile appeared on his face.
It was as if he had discovered a new continent. Ian was very excited about his sudden idea, as if he could already see a wonderful magical paper beckoning to him.
It might not be very useful.
But it's a thesis.
That's how it is.
You give me a quick comment, I'll give you a quick comment.
As long as it makes sense.
Ultimately, they can all be printed on Chocolate Frog and become achievements to be touted.
"As expected of me! I can always find useful knowledge in everyday life!" Ian then turned his gaze to the black-robed skeleton. He looked the skeleton up and down, thinking that it was clearly impossible to fit it in. However, a new idea came to Ian's mind. He quickly walked up to the black-robed skeleton.
"Do you want your brain?"
Ian asked.
Upon hearing these words, a glimmer of light seemed to flash in the previously empty eye sockets of the black-robed skull—the flickering of its soul fire. It nodded forcefully and said in a broken, halting voice, as if choked with years of phlegm, "Give me flesh and blood with love—give me flesh and blood with love—"
It's that familiar rambling again.
The skull wobbled up and down, its joints making a teeth-grinding grinding sound. Ian's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, but he pretended not to hear the other party's request.
"Let me make you a custom-made brain first." Ian stood up and began bustling around the Room of Requirement. His previous discovery from the Mirror of Erised had given him inspiration.
He decided to create a cyber brain.
of course.
A brain made of pure metal would be far too complex.
Therefore, a little bit of the Creator's miracle is still needed inside a metal brain.
"What materials should we use?"
Ian pictured the busy figures of house-elves in his mind.
He snapped his fingers in the air with magical power. And so, sensing Ian's call, the house-elves, always ready to serve him, appeared out of thin air.
It may have been busy in the kitchen before.
They might also be cleaning in some corner of the campus.
but.
Ian only needs to be summoned.
House-elves who are temporarily free will come to Ian's side immediately. Some people may think that freeing up house-elves is a very noble thing, but Ian thinks it is too comfortable to have house-elves serving him. Since these creatures do not feel pain from serving others, why should we force them to change?
to be frank.
This is no longer a problem with the Virgin Mary.
Instead, he hoped that lions would switch to a vegetarian diet and that fish wouldn't always be swimming in water—it was absurd. Anyway, Ian felt that he only needed to have basic respect for house-elves.
"Could you please give me some pig brains? Hmm, and some other ingredients as well," Ian explained his needs to the little elf, who immediately understood.
"Yes, yes! Rabi will prepare for Mr. Prince, who is even greater than great!" As soon as he finished speaking, the house-elf Rabi disappeared right in front of Ian.
About three minutes later, no more than three and a half minutes later, the house-elf Rabbi excitedly delivered a basket of fresh pig brains. Yes, a whole basket of pig brains.
These are all leftover ingredients from when the school needed pork.
The entire college.
Apart from some people of Chinese descent.
Only Ian would eat this kind of thing. That's why the house-elves save it for Ian, preserving it with magic so it's almost as fresh as when it was first taken out.
Besides this, there were various ingredients, and Ian's own large copper pot. The house-elves knew Ian wanted hot pot the moment he opened his mouth.
after all.
They've thoroughly learned Ian's dietary preferences over the course of a year. You could say they know his appetite better than Ian himself.
That's professionalism!
"Thanks."
Ian saw the house-elf off, then looked at the pig-brain in front of him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Humming a little tune, he set up a makeshift hot pot in the House of Requirement. The fire roared, and the broth in the pot bubbled and released an enticing aroma.
Although I had just eaten barbecue before, anyone who has been there knows that you get hungry very quickly if you only eat meat, especially someone like Ian who is still growing.
"Even the king's grandson is no match for me!" Ian placed a fresh pig brain into the pot, while his hands were not idle either, and he began to perform alchemical modifications on another pig brain.
Yes.
The main reason for wanting this ingredient is still for business.
Using his superb alchemy skills, he wound mithril wires around the pig's brain like blood vessels, and then embedded some magical runes and small magical devices into the pig's brain.
This is the core of the Cyber Brain.
Pure biological processor.
It works well.
It's a consumable item; one can only be used for a week or two at most. It's not that magic can't keep it fresh, but rather that with the process of use, batches of brain cells will gradually die off.
Flesh and blood are bitter and weak.
That's roughly how it is.
Because life is a forbidden zone for the Creator.
and so.
Ian hasn't yet developed a standard for biological consumption at that level, which is why he didn't use very good materials; the outer shell of the pig's brain was only made of copper.
"Hogwarts, the bio-engineering maniac." Ian's eyes were focused and serious, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. Even for him, such magical modification was a delicate task.
All I saw was...
His hands moved swiftly between the pig brain and various magical tools, his movements fluid yet somewhat cautious.
As he manipulated it, the pig's brain gradually changed.
The ordinary pig brain suddenly became extraordinary, and its surface began to shimmer with a faint magical light.
Ian looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. Then, he copied the swordsmanship memories he had previously received from Pendro, the legendary King Arthur, into the modified pig brain.
"Perfect!"
Ian carefully picked up the pig brain that contained the memories of legendary swordsmanship and walked up to the black-robed skeleton. The black-robed skeleton tilted its head, seemingly filled with anticipation for what was about to happen.
All I saw was...
Ian pried open the black-robed skeleton's jawbone and placed the pig's brain inside its cranial cavity—there was no other way.
There was simply no way to open the skull of the black-robed skeleton.
This is the only way we can resort to.
Fortunately, the skeleton of the black-robed skull had enough space, which was quite convenient. After putting in the pig brain, he took out his wand and cast an illumination spell on the black-robed skull.
The next generation.
The black-robed skeleton then let out a low roar.
Flesh and blood proliferate.
but.
This time, it didn't fully grow; under Ian's control of magic, only blood vessels grew and connected to the brain of the black-robed skull.
"I...I felt the presence of my brain."
The black-robed skeleton spoke in a hoarse voice, perhaps unaware of what was inside his head.
"It worked! Now all we need to do is inscribe this part of the magic onto this brain." Ian knew that ordinary magic couldn't work on the black-robed skeleton.
and so.
He maintained his magical state, slowly imprinting this divine magic onto the copper shell of his cyber brain. The magic he inputted could last for at least a week.
"That's it, that's it!"
Ian removed the magic from the wand, but the blood vessels in the black-robed skeleton's brain remained, a small, gentle ray of the sun god's light sustaining the delicate flesh.
"Give it a try!"
While the black-robed skeleton was still savoring the moment, Ian shoved his cyber sword into the skeleton's hand. The black-robed skeleton looked at the strange little wizard with a bewildered expression.
"Come on, show me your swordsmanship."
Ian reminded him.
The black-robed skeleton looked at the longsword in its hand with a mixture of understanding and confusion. Its hand trembled slightly, as if it was not yet used to the weapon. Ian knew this was because the brute goddess used to use a greatsword.
Despite the apparent awkwardness, the black-robed skeleton began to dance. At first, it was a little clumsy, but soon its movements became fluid.
Every move he made perfectly showcased the essence of Pandro's swordsmanship. The blade traced a flawless arc.
Amidst the shimmering silver light, it was none other than Pandro's signature sword technique.
"Divine Judgment".
It's a really cringeworthy name.
But that's just how Pandelo got his name.
"Fantastic! My alchemy has been a great success once again!" Ian had racked his brains to be able to use swordsmanship without having to suffer.
However, the result looks quite satisfactory now.
"Bing, you're my personal bodyguard now!" Ian was the kind of leader who liked to make empty promises. He patted the black-robed skeleton on the shoulder and then walked back to his hot pot.
Busy.
It requires a lot of physical and mental exertion.
Of course I'll be hungry.
With so many ingredients still available, Ian began to enjoy the delicious hot pot. As he ate, he felt it wasn't flavorful enough, so he added a few bottles of magic potions.
"Phew~"
Ian took a bite.
His mouth was indeed spitting fire.
Inside the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, the warm yellow candlelight flickered. Dumbledore sat quietly in his high-backed chair, his long, slender fingers gently tracing his chest, as if still reliving the pain he had just experienced. He was deep in thought, his gaze passing through his half-moon spectacles and landing on a certain corner of the room.
The air seemed to freeze for a moment.
"Riddle."
suddenly.
He spoke.
His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable composure.
All I saw was...
In the empty room, a figure seemed to emerge. However, it wasn't a person, but a very ordinary suit of armor, completely devoid of flesh and blood.
Dumbledore, however, was not surprised by this. He stared at the armor, and a long silence fell over the room.
Only the sound of the hungry servant gently preening his feathers on the perch could be heard.